Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1887-03-11

grave is no place for us to stay in. "The
trumpet shall sound and the dead
shall RISE" The Lord shall descend
from heaven with shout and the
voice of the archangel and we shall rise.
The white robe in which they put us to our
last slu1nber here must get winter. Oh, the
reunion of patriarchs and apostles, and
prophets, and of all our glorifed kindred,
and of that "great multitude that no man can
number!' Our SORROWS over; our journey
ended 1t will be as when kings banquet.
And, Just as the snow of winter melts and
the fields will brighten in the glorious spring
time, so it will be with all these cold sorrows
of earth; they shall be melted away at last
before the warm sunshine of heaven.
While / present these thoughts this morn
ing does it not seem that heaven comes very
near to us, as though our friends, whom we
thought great way off, are not in the dis
lance, but close bys You have sometimes
come down to river at nightfall, and you
have been surprised how easily you
could hear voices across that river.
You shouted over to the other side
of the river and they shouted back.
1t is said that when George Whitefeld
preached in Third street, Philadelphia, one
evening time, his voice was heard clear across
to the New Jersey shore. When was lit
tie while chaplain in the army l remember
how at eventide we could easily hear the
voices of the pickets across the Potomac, just
when they were using ordinary tones And
as we come to-day and stand by the river OF
Jordan that divides us from our friends who
are gone, it seems to me we stand on one
bank and they stand on the other; and it is
only narrow stream, and our voices go
and their voices come. Hank! Hushl l hear
distinctly what they say: "These are they
who come out of great tribulations, and had
their robes washed and made white in the
blood of the Lamb" Still the voice comes
across the waters, and I hear: "We hunger
no more, we thirst no more, neither shall the
sun light on us, nor any heat, for the Lamb
which is in the midst of the throne leads us to
living fountains of water, and God wipeth
away all tears from our eyes.
horticultural Schools for Girls.
No happier suggestion has been proposed in
many day than the one made in the essay
read before the Massachusetts, Horticultural
society by Mrs. Sarah J. Smith, of Hartford,
for the establishment of a school to teach the
art of horticulture to women, and particularly
to girls. Many a country girl would stay
contented and happy at home, however re-
stlicted the limits that go with it, if she only
possessed practical knowledge of the theory
of fruit and flower raising, which would fully
engage her thoughts and promise profit for
the time and labor expended. The avocation,
too, is one peculiarly adapted to women, and
for that reason deserves to be cordially en-
couraged.
There ought to be other places for unem-
ployed females besides the large cities, that
consume their precious lives as machinery
works up the material fed to it. In the pos
session of a garden and q conservatory a
woman could easily possess the means Of
achieving an independence that nothing could
take away from her. The raising of silk
worms, the care of bees, and the production
of poultry and eggs are profitable as well as
attractive occupations for her, if once her
taste turns itself in such healthy direction,
but the raising of flowers and choice small
fruits for the market is calling for which
she possesses special qualifications, and no
necessary instruction should be withheld
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